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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
The Evens,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.