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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
X-102,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.