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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.