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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.