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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.