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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.