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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.