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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Television,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.