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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.