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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.