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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.