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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.