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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.