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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.