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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.