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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.