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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.