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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.