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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.