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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Terry Callier 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.