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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.