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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.