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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.