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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.