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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Visage,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.