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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.