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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.