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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.