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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.