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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.