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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.