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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.