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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Wire,
Section 25,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.