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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.