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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.