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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.