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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.