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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
X-102,
CMW,
AZ,
Pole,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.