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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.