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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.