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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.