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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.