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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Cluster,
Scion,
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.