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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.