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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.