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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Cluster,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.