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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Crime,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.