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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.