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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.