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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.