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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
PIL,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.