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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Morten Harket 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.