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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.