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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.