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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.