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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.