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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Pole to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.