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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.