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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.