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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.