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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gong 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.