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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.