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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Suicide,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.