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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Gong,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.