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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.