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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Technova,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.