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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.