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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.