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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.