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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.