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 Dominican Republic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.