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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.