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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ossler 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.