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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Byron Stingily 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.