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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.