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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.