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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.