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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Can,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.