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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.