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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.