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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Motorama,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.