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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Monks,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.