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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.