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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.