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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.