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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.