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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.