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 Finland and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.