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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.