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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.