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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.