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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.