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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.