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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.