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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.