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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear 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 crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.