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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.