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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.