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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
X-101,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.