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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.