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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.