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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.