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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.