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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.