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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Wings,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.