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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.