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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.