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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
the Normal,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.