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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Nas,
Hashim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.