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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.