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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.