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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.