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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.