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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.