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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.