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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.