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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.