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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.