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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.