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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.