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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.