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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.