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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.