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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.