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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Television,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.