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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.