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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.