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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.