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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.