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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.