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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.