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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.