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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
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 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.