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 Iraq and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.