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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.