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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.