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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.