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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Wings,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.