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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Kayak,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.