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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.