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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.