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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.