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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Wire,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.