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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.