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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.