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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.