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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
X-102,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.