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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.