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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.