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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Wings,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.