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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.