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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.