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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.