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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.