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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.