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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Franke,
Television,
Index,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.