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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.