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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.