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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Yaz,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.