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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
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.