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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.