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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.