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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.