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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.