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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.