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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.