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 France and from Paris.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.