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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.