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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.