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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.