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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.