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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.