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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.