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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.