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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Slave,
Roxette,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.