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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.