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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Roxette,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.