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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Standells,
Mars,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Brick,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.