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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Unwound,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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.