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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Index,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.