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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.