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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.