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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.