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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.