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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.