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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Magma to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.