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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.