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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.