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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.