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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
DNA,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.