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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Association,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.