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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.