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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
10cc,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.