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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Nas,
Technova,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
MDC,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.