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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.