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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.