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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.