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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.