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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.