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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
PIL,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.