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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.