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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.