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 Nepal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.