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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Offenders 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.