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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.