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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.