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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.