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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.