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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.