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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.