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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.