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 Romania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.