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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.