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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Television,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.