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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.