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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Residents to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.