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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Can,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.