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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.