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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.