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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.