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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.