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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.