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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
UT,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Pole,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.