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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.