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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
cv313,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.