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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Can to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.