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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.