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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.