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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.