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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.