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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.