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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.