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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.