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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
CMW,
The Martian,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.