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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.