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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.