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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.