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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 a theremin and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.