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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.