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 Niger and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.