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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.