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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.