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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.