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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.