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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.