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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.