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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.