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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.