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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.