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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.