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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.