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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
X-102,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.