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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.