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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.