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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.