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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.