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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.