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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.