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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.