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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.