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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.