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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The United States of America,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.