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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.