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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.