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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.