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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.