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 Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Technova,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.