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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.