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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.