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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.