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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.