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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.