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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skriet to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Smog,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.