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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.