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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.