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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.