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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Crime,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.