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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.