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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.