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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.