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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.