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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.