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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.