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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.