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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
the Association,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.