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 Chile and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.