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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.