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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.