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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.