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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.