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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.