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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.