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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.