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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.