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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.