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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.