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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.