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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
UT,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.