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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.