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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Oneida,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.