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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.