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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.