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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.