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 Nauru and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.