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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.