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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.