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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Mars,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.