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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
cv313,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.