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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.