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 Malta and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.