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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Move,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.