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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.