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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Franke,
Nico,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.