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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.