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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.