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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.