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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.