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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.