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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Kinks 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.