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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.