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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Unwound,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.