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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.