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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.