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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Arcadia,
Scion,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.