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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.