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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.