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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.