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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Make Up,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.