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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.