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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.