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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Smog,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.