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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.