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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.