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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.