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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.