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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Josef K,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.