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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.