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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.