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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.