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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Shoche,
X-101,
Magma,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.