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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.