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 Iran and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.