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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.