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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Nas,
Faust,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.