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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Index,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.