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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.