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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.