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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.