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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Monks,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.