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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.