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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.