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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.