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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.