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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Names,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.