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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 AZ to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.