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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
MDC,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.