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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Can,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.