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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.