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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.