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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.