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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Index,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.