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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Fear,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.