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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Mars,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.