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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.