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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.