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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
the Swans,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.