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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.