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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.