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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.