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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.