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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 ABC to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
X-101,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
10cc,
Index,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.