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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.