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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.