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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.