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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.