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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.