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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
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.