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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Index,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.