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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.