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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.