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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.