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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.