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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Wire,
Pole,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.