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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Motorama,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.