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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.