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 Palau and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.