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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Residents to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.