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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.