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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.