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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.