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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.