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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.