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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.