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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.