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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Faust,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.