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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.