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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.