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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.