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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.