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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.