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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.