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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.