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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Pole,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.