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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.