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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 CMW to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.