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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.