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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.