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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.