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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Move,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.