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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.