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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.