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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.