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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.