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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.