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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.