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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.