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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.