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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.