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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.