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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.