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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.