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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.