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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.