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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.