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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.