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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.