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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.