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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
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.