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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.