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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.