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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.