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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.