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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.