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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.