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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.