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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Cameo,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Scion,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.