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 China 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Television,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.