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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.