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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.