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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.