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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.