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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.