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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.