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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.