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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Oneida,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.