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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Wings,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.