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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.