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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Max Romeo 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.