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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.