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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.