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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.