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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.