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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.