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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.