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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.