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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.