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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.