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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.