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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Television,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Fear,
Organ,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.