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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Mars to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.