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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.