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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.