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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Scion,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.