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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.