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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Victims,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.