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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
New Order,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.