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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.