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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.