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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.