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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.