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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.