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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.