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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.