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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.