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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Remains,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.