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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Names,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.