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 Belize and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.