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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.