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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.