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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.