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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.