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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.