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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.