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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.