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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.