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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.