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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.