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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.