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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.