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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.