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 France and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.