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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.