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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.