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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.