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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.