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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.