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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.