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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.