Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.