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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.