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 Hungary 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.