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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.