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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.