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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aswad 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.