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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.