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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.