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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.