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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.