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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.