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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.