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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.