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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.